Notes: Okay here is more to the story! If your looking for more of Michael meeting Andre, that will continue in updates to come. Now its Monica turn. This chapter unlike the last has cursing in it. I felt I had to for the sake of the characters in this one. So again I hope you enjoy and please tell me what you like, and what you didn't!
Monica a sexy blonde shifted in her chair behind here desk in Maple tree bookstore. What am I doing in this place? She asked herself tapping a freshly done nail on the wooden top of the desk. Every day she hoped that nobody she knew would see her here; and everyday so far she was lucky enough she didn't.
"Damn I never even went into a bookstore no less work in one!" She thought out loud, continuing to wrap the desk with her nails. But deep down she knew she had to if she wanted to go to the mall at the end of the week with a nice paycheck to get some hot clothes at Gaylen Ross.
She could hit up big old sweaty guys in the bars for cash but that wasn't her. Sure she was sexy, and knew how to make a guy hand over his credit cards and summer home but she always knew that wouldn't last forever...unless she opened up a brothel or something and be a "madam" or whatever they call them.
BAM!
A man ran into the store and crashed the door closed, causing Monica to jump out of her chair. "What the hell?" she asked the man. "Shut up!" he told her locking the door and peeking out the glass part on the top of it. "Chill dude, is this a hold up?" she asked going over to the cash register. "Cause you can have the cash."
But the man didn't say a word, only kept on checking the street outside. Giving him a look over Monica thought she'd found the guy she could live off off...if he wasn't crazy that is. Tall, short black hair and skinny he had on a very expensive looking shirt and tie. To finish the look off, he owned an exclusive pair of shoes she just saw in a magazine, only available in Italy! "Um okay now, you got to tell me what's up or get the hell out of the store!" she called out to Mr. Rich guy. "Listen darling there are fucking crazy people outside who just pushed over my car," he began turning around to look her eye to eye "and so I don't care what you want!"
Attitude, something she didn't take from rich, snots. "Too bad you weren't in it when they did huh?" she told him. "I was!" he screamed out "If you haven't heard the news honey we all should head to St. Vebena for safety. I was on the way there when they started to attack my damn car. " Monica could care less what happened to this asses car, "I'm sure you can buy a new one" she told him sitting back down. He laughed and got right in her face. "I could buy you." he told her with smile.
Ha! He had spunk; she liked that in a man. Somehow there little fight turned into flirting. Now there was more sound coming from the door, banging. "Hey asshole you locked out the customers!" she told him. "First off those aren't customers bimbette! And second names Steve, but I like asshole also...its so me." Steve told her opening his arms wide when he said "me" as to call attention to himself.
BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM!
The door looked like it would give way! Monica wanted to see who was trying to attack Steve, she saw a face smash into the glass part of the door but it wasn't a clear view. All she could make out was red...lots of it all over the glass. Wait! That isn't red its blood! She thought. It freaked her out lots...lots and lots.
"Come on we can get to the church out the back door!" she told him getting her keys. "You know where a church is?" he asked sizing the blonde up with his eye "What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" angry, Monica asked him. "Nothing! Lets go shall we please!" Steve told her heading out the door.
Before she went with him Monica took one last look at the things smashing at the door...what the hell were they? I guess I won't be getting to the mall any time soon...